10 Years after the raid over the village and the Imperial Camp's massacre.

10 Years after the previous events, nobody ever saw the demon again. Only legends and rumors are talking about what happened in the camp. With the commander's mutilated and raped body, the tents burned to the ground with all his soldiers. Some says it was a group of mercenaries, bandits or even Stormcloaks... Which perfectly suits the real perpetrator.

Although, in Riften, very far away and deep, in a clandestine bar somewhere in Shadowfoot Sanctum, a strange hooded woman gets inside. Walking around and looking at the tables, hidden in the shadows. Suddenly, she stops and her eyes are fixed on a specific table. She comes out of the dark and heads there, like a ghost in a sea of souls and just sat in front of man. The time he puts his beer on the table, she was in front of him. The man's surprise was obvious, but that didn't scared him though and almost looks like he was, sort of, waiting for her. Despite the very strange clothing of the woman and the fact she's wearing a strange mask. She stays there, without even saying a word. Both looks at each other. Weirder, nobody was looking at them or even noticed the woman. Like he was the only one to see her.

-Hello, dear sir, "Dirge", is that right ? I noticed you often come here. My apologies if I scared you, even though, you don't seem very surprised. Am-I wrong ? By the way, Just act natural, and don't talk too loud. Do like you were talking to yourself or being drunk, as you wish. But try to not attract anyone's attention.

The man takes a deep breath, raises an eyebrow and answer back:

-Don't think I didn't noticed you following me. You are very good at it but i know the drills around here. Who are you ?

At the moment he said those words, the waiter passing next to them just looked behind his shoulder

-Excuse me ?

The two men looked at each other, Dirge, confused, tried to attract the eye of the waiter and guide it to the woman, but he totally ignored him and walked away, mumbling insults, probably.

The woman doesn't answers. But it's obvious she's smurking under her mask. She partially removes it to drink and the guy noticed her medalion pending over her chest, made of what seems pure gold. Something very expensive. The little he saw of her face was a tan skin with a few scar on it. Although they don't look like battle scar, except the one on her throat.

-I am... a messenger. My name is not important at the moment. But I can tell you that, no matter what you are doing here, no matter who's your master or boss. I, can change your life. See all that misery... all those pitiful souls around, living empty lives... Dull Ones . But you, you're different. Am-I wrong ? I know why you're there, but your...purpose is not True. Let me help you.

The man takes a breath, not prepared to that kind of speech.

-What...what do you mean, not True ? who are you for telling me that ? I don't need any help, lady.

-Ooooh yes you do. By that I mean, you are not sure, your attention is not True. Thieve's guild ? It is interesting and usefull of course But... You want money, material... is that so simple to satisfy your needs and ambitions ? I am serving powers you can't even imagine they exists. My masters and mistresses are everywhere. Everything. And nowhere and nobody. I Am serving the Gods of the Veil. They are nor daedras or aedras... They are Something much greater. And They have much more to offer, compared to those pitiful things calling themselves Gods, ha. And the price is really...low, for what you will get, my dear.

-Gods of the-

The woman puts a finger over the black painted metallic lips over her's and whisper.

-Hush, Don't speak too loud, My mistress is hiding only my presence, not yours. This is an exemple of our Powers, although for now, sadly : they are quite limited. And We won't be able to do it eternally, so listen carefully: I am offering you to join something bigger than you can ever imagine. To be part of Change and to be a builder of a new Era. The Gods of the Veil needs our help, as we need Their's, you understand ? I'll explain everything when we'll be in a quieter place. But I know you can help Us. I know you are the One I seek for Our Holy Quest.

-You mean someone who can fight and has relations in the Thieve's guild?

-Someone I can count on and knows what loyalty is. Of course, what you said have their own advantages.

Dirges takes a few seconds before answering and looked at the place... it was pitiful. Hiding in a cave, just living by thieveries and a few crimes without convictions... He's worth much better and he knows it. He now has the confirmation since he saw the woman and drank her words like a subtile and soft wine.  Her clothes are clean, her mask perfect like it has been made by those.. Gods themselves and her gold jewels are worth a lot. She definitly lives better than he'll ever do and at first, it is the only thing he's has in mind: his pitiful situation.

-I'm in, lead the way.

-I'm glad you've made that decision...Brother. Trust me, you will not regret it... I knew I was right about you. But we need a third person more. Even if we are very tough and guided by the Gods, we'll need more help to build our... group. I want you to convince a very good friend of yours to join us. I want him or her here, I give you three days. I have to leave, next time, I won't be hidden like that, so be prepared to be seen with me. Know that you will never come here again after. At least, not as Dirge. I want you bring me a good friend of yours, or at least, someone you trust and know about his or her true value. Sleep well and prepare yourself : your life will change... Forever. When you'll be both with me, you will have to do a Flesh and loyalty test. Don't wory, you will like it. By the way, I am Harania. And i'm an Ex... The, Exarcha of the Octahedron's Cult.  Now, you are my brother and I am your sister.